Lisa O'Donnell Quotes

It happens fast when it comes for you, the callous quickening, the blood stilling, the breath falling swift as a swallow. I held you tight then, bound you petrified to a life withering and anchored in silence, but you escaped me and a quiet calm embraced the room, a kindness drawing you close and letting you go. The passage of a gentleman.

Then they start going on about cancer and how organic living is the way forward, totally ignoring how expensive it is to be organic and that there are a lot of people out there grateful if they can afford regular living.

Urban living has certainly hardened them. The neglect and the poverty, it steals so much from children, forcing them to snatch whatever's offered them--and how they grab at the things put upon them by strangers, the unnatural comforts and abhorrent cruelties.

... you don't have to love everyone who's nice to you. People should be nice to each other.

People just don't couple wealth with neglect, idiocy with affluence.

I'm never getting a tattoo. My secrets are etched safely on the inside and I intend to keep them there.

I fear death, I have always feared death. It comes like a gale and never with permission. I would meet it again today.

Don't normal people run in the rain? Even abnormal people, most of them anyway, the only people I can think of who walk in the rain are tree buffers, bag ladies, and total psychos.

He is deemed an inappropriate guardian, whereas my parents who neglected us every day of our waking lives were always deemed appropriate guardians on account of the DNA issue. No one wants to separate children from their parents, even when their parents are fucked-up delinquents.

Telling the truth doesn't matter to a stranger for he knows little and can judge nothing.

We have seen death before, Marnie and I, a mountain of ice melting over time, drops of water freezing at your core reminding you every day of that which has vanished, but the despair we know today is a sadness sailing sorrow through every bone and knuckle.

A blind man running for a bus could have told them he was queer.

Grammy would speak of lost things, old things, things we should remember when it is hard to love, when one should play.

It never occurs to any of these balloons that someone smoking on school premises isn't rebelling against the system, we're not even thinking about the system, we just want a fag. It's a survival technique, a lot of teachers smoke but no one's barging in the staff room judging their lives, their futures, putting them on detention.

I smoke my cigarettes, staring into his eyes, it feels like we're cowboys on a dusty trail sizing each other up before we shoot each other. My gun is loaded. I don't have to check, the bullet is a dead daughter. I don't know what his bullet is.